Volume 1, Chapter 38: A Good Omen

Should any unexpected contingency arise, Hu Siming and his companions could be the first to board the airship and make a clean getaway.

Entering the God-Slaying Tower, the Sword Spirit avatar ascended to the highest level, seeking only to temper his sword heart to greater strength. Simultaneously, he unleashed his Gravity Domain to assist the martial artists stationed on the levels below. After all, this was their final hope; Han Jing respected their resolve and was willing to see it through, even if the chance of success was infinitesimal—nearly zero.

Following the release of "The Sixth Sense," the *Los Angeles Times*, *The New York Times*, and the *Chicago Sun-Times* all showered it with superlative praise. This was, in fact, highly irregular—bordering on eerie. Among the reviews from other media outlets, there was certainly no shortage of critical and questioning voices.

This skill, with a massive radius of 400 and a duration of 12 seconds, was simply an unsolvable presence at the current stage.

The Ultimate Martial Arts Hall was sufficiently famous, founded by Chen Rui, who served as its Grandmaster. With branches all over the world, its headquarters resided on Tortuga Island.

Nicholas's film review analyzed "The Truman Show" from the perspectives of both comedy and acting, offering comprehensive praise. Every aspect was affirmed, and the perfect score served as the pinnacle of his adulation.

"It’s not that I’m unwilling, but the registration requirements for the team competition demand that players reach level 50. Your levels aren't high enough yet," Ling Mu said with a helpless shake of his head.

Hearing this, the Slaughter Empress felt a touch of embarrassment. Her pretty face flushed, and she secretly buried her head in the water.

In ordinary great sects, only if an ancient monster at the level of a Saint-Monarch Patriarch arrived would they be qualified for the Sacred Demon Sect to arrange a separate courtyard for their stay.

Lu Weizhen’s entire body was trembling. After finally smoothing out the back of his shirt, she moved to the front. Not daring to meet his eyes, she bowed her head and carefully pulled down the front hem of his t-shirt. His hand remained resting on her waist the entire time.

Having accumulated the wings over these past days, she slowly transformed them into a barely wearable, aesthetically displeasing "armor" to protect Cheng Nuo, then charged toward Kevin, wreathed in roaring flames.

Xia Yenuo sighed, picked up the porridge, and walked slowly back to Hao Xin’s hospital room. After all, what must come would come; rather than letting Hao Xin discover the truth from some unknown source later, it was better to tell her now.

Huiteng felt an unprecedented pressure, as if locked onto by countless fists. He hurriedly employed his supreme speed ability—one of the innate talents of the Wolf Clan—and his figure turned into a phantom, shooting backward. Yet, the fists followed his movement as if they would not stop until they reached their goal, sweeping through everything in their path with irresistible force.

At this juncture, the divine abilities of the two had shattered the stability of the Gods' Great Array. Combined with the collision of their powerful physical forms crushing the void, the space began to fracture, and a deafening roar of tigers and dragons echoed in all directions.

Flying above the Great Fiend, a terrifying suction force emerged from the mouth of the bell, drawing the fiend in like a mysterious cosmic black hole. It was as if it had been cast into a furnace to be lashed by the laws of the Great Dao.

The incident was so sudden that no one expected someone to be so audacious as to commit intentional injury in broad daylight.

Or perhaps it could be elevated to the level of an idol’s failure, but true fans would not abandon him over this matter.

Upon seeing Jiang Qi collapse, the courtyard fell into chaos. Only after everyone had scrambled to carry him back to his room and confirmed he was merely suffering from exhaustion did they breathe a sigh of relief. They had been terrified, especially the culprit, Zhang Fei, who was still drenched in cold, nervous sweat.

However, when Hao Meng walked out of the hall, there was no sign of Hao Xin or Xia Yenuo, as they were still embroiled in the battle at the secret base.

Both sides spurred their horses forward. In the distance, the Liangzhou troops in the front ranks were all sizing up Liu Bei at the head of the formation.

With his questions remaining, Xu Yi chose to assist the only party on the field that appeared capable of communication.

Thinking back to how she had lashed out at Ye Chengze for playing games, and even suspected him of tampering with the surveillance footage, Qin Suisui felt a pang of guilt.

Lin Yan narrowed her eyes, her lips pressed tight, trying to find a crack in Yu Beichen’s expression.

The moment she walked out the door, Tan Chuwei felt much lighter, and the air seemed exceptionally fresh.

A hint of mockery appeared on Xu Qin’s face. His finger nearly touched the commander's severely wounded body as he intoned, "Divine Decree: Death." A beam of black light shot out, erasing the commander's life.

Lan Tian narrowed his eyes, releasing his divine sense, and from afar, he perceived the power of two Mahayana realm experts heading straight for the Panlong Mountains.

Seeing that she was several shades fairer than before, and knowing that Lu Lin would become the head of the Lu enterprise, she found him more pleasing to the eye the more she looked at him.

Now, those substances had become somewhat sparse. Perhaps the stone chamber here had been damaged, allowing enough liquid to flow out, thereby reducing the density and dispersing that unscientific "pressure."

"Hmph hmph! This is your punishment for bullying the disciples of our Zhengshan Hall!" The Grandmaster of Zhengshan folded her arms, lifting her head with an arrogant air.

Sword Saint Situ was also momentarily stunned. Although he felt it was somewhat strange, their power was immense; even if there were anomalies, their strength was sufficient to suppress Lu Lingxuan and the others.

Liulang looked up, and Liu Xin stepped back with a smile, avoiding Liulang’s embrace.

But at this current point in time, Loki, the God of Stories, had not truly been born. On the surface, he had died in the main universe; in the shadows, he was likely still in a difficult stage of climbing his way up.

With Lin Yan holding the fort, coupled with the Gu family’s arrays and heritage, even if two experts at the Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit were to arrive, they would not necessarily be able to breach it.

However, if summoning a god were so easy, given the Emperor’s personality, would he not be suspicious? Would he be at ease?

For some reason, 19-year-old Qin Zongxiao flew into a rage that day, took an axe, and not only killed a villager's dog but, unsatisfied, even gutted it.

"My calculations indicate that following you to flee Earth offers a higher success rate, though I did not expect it to go so smoothly," Ultron sent the message.

Reynolds was both surprised and delighted, once again thanking the generous Dewar from the bottom of his heart for his gift.

Discerning people knew the fat man was intentionally slacking off, but when Xing Wei looked up at the viewing deck and saw the boss nod in silent approval, he said nothing more.

When it was time to be agreeable, one should be agreeable; Chu Xingbai’s main strategy was the ability to bend and stretch as the situation required.